Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
UT,
Arcadia,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.